A few weeks later, a Prince came riding through the forest. The Prince was enchanted by the sweet singing of the birds that he heard. He tied his horse to a tree and followed the sound. That was where he saw a beautiful girl chopping wood and the girl wore a wreath of pink rose buds on her head.
He studied her for some time and then went up to talk to her. “Who are you? How did you get the wreath of singing roses?”
“I live on the edge of the forest.” She told him and she blushed because she had never spoken to a Prince before. “I got this wreath as a gift from some doves whom I fed.”
The Prince was delighted with this answer because he was sure that doves would have helped the girl only if she was kind and good.
The Prince also realized that he loved this beautiful girl for her kindness and beauty.
So the Prince went back to his castle and told the king that he wanted to marry the daughter of the woodcutter from the forests.
The king was disappointed with his son's choice because he wanted his son to marry another princess of the neighbouring kingdom.
However the prince was used to doing what he wanted. And so the king did not say anything.
After that, the Prince organized a feast and went to the woodcutter and woodcutter and told him that he wished to marry his daughter.
The day had been set for the marriage and it was conducted with great pomp and show.
The stepmother and her daughter were filled with envy and became almost ill.
However, nobody missed the two of them during the wedding and it went on beautifully.
The Prince and the girl were married.
However, the stepmother invented a plan so that she could take away everything that the other girl had with her because of her enchanted wreath.
The plan was very simple.
The town where the stepmother lived before her marriage was a town where there lived an old witch who was well versed in magic.
The stepmother decided to go to this witch so that the witch could make a mask with the face of her stepdaughter, which the stepmother had intended to place on her own daughter’s face. She advised her daughter not to say anything because she wanted her own daughter to live the life of the stepdaughter.
Adapted from Scandinavian Folk Tales
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